By Daryl Devoré (Guest Blogger)
First off – how to spell medieval – medi – e – val. Might seem like a small thing, but when you have a bunch of promotions to write, it helps if you can spell the genre of your story!
Next – I learned I am not great a world-building. Fantasy seems to love world-building, creating the land, the castles and the beasts (dragons, trolls, fairies etc). It took many hours of staring at the key board trying to describe what I could picture in my head and not have it sound like a description.
Lastly – this might have been a time of noble knights and brave deeds, but it was also a time of no flush plumbing, no antibiotics and no toothpaste. The rich cleansed their teeth by rubbing honey on them. Yum. But not quite the same cleaning ability as my peppermint paste. Deodorant did not exist. Although they did bathe until the plague came along, and then it was decided that bathing washed the dirt off and opened the skin so the germs could get in.
So, we may have to deal with annoyances with this current pandemic, but we still have modern conveniences that makes life smell a lot better. (Don’t get me started on medieval toilets!!!!)
With the roast mounted onto the spit and Pariset tasked with turning it, Hawkyns and Derry sat and stretched their legs towards the heat. “Lad, I am in need of a squire. My horse and the others need a grooming. My weapons need cleaning. For those tasks, I will pay ye with food and lessons in battle. Tomorrow I will teach ye how to slay a fire-breather. Is this to yer liking?”
With a grin spreading across his face, Pariset nodded his agreement.
“One thing.” Hawkyns stared at his new squire. “No more hunting on royal land without permission. I do not wish to negotiate the release of my squire from prison.”
A blush rose on Pariset cheeks as he looked at the floor.
“And I will mend yer clothes and see that ye have a fresh bath once a month.” Derry wrinkled her nose.
Hawkyns laughed. “We all need a bath. I believe I smell like a dragon.” He rubbed his chin. “And I am sorely in need of a good shave. Mmm. That begins to smell good.”
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via Books2Read.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.